Liking Poems - Poems about Liking

I'M Turning Old

I'm turning old ,older
Liking no longer 
Still ,I'm getting older..

My age increasing it's number 
I'm liking it, no longer 
Still ,increasing it's number..
I'm turning old,older..

Situations looks scary
No body looks as mother Mary 
Linking it,no longer 
Still .I'm getting old,older..

Children reaching their teenage..
Myself loosing my lovely,loving age..
I'm liking it,no longer
Still I'm turning old,older...

Poor Grammar and Will Stamer Liking Glamor

great potential
being presidential
quite essential

people we have known
will never act fully grown
whole world wants for own

often plagiarize
which is what we realize
likes to fantasize 

has poor grammar
sometimes is known to stammer
lover of glamor

Anyone that you know of?

can create a plan
then put up with when you can
bad things be sure to ban

Growing Up and Liking It

At 13 years of age, a pamphlet
Showed up in my home.
My mother bought it, not to be
The subject of a poem.

It was intended to explain
(A lecture would be worse)
The facts of menstruation,
Often called the “woman’s curse.”

Modess, a manufacturer
Of sanitary pads,
Produced the booklet; it cost
Just a quarter; they made scads.

The title always bothered me,
For what would

Not To Her Liking

Uncle Jim encountered a prostitute
Southwest of the city of Institute
He paid his money,
She called him "honey,"
But then discovered him much too hirsute.

written July 3, 2021

Liking Acrostic

K-een
E-yes
K-indly
I-nterpret

D-enotation
A-s
R-eader
U-ses
W-ise
A-ptitude
L-iterally
L-iking
A-crostic

Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Falling Man Liking a Cut Down Timber-

Effervescentess as the flowers are crying 
As the wind blows through the valleys 
The grass is moving dancing in the breeze so are the flowers 
Clouds bump each other producing rain the rain showers Over gust abandoned nest of the droplets of tears 
From the angels eyes from their face they're crying 
Woe is me,

Liking the Darkness

Rolling back
Reeling in laughter 
Reliving phases 
Thus revealing faces

she slides through phases places 
Placing faces 
To deaden places 
Creating an illusion 
Of bizarre cases 

She Mastered the lines
As she dance the puppets 
Taking crunchy chunks 
From each suspenseful moments 

Reaching for their minds 
While touring their heads
Transcending their hopes
With vivid visions 

Thus transporting lives
 to fading

Liking Miss Fancy

A chipmunk fell under my spell today.
I am magnificent, so of course, it was not totally unexpected,
plus chipmunks have always been attracted to me.

She immediately recognized me as a mystical, magical, Komodo dragon, 
and she wanted to tell her relatives, for she liked being the first with the news.
You know the type.

I could have none

Love Vs Liking

Love is of the soul…
Like… is a personal thing…
Love is family

Liking Your Name

I-‘m
L-iking
Y-our
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Ilyn Villamor (April 9)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

The Many Stages of Liking a Guy

Red#1
Unofficial Entry #2
7-23-11

(Side note: I'll just write here since no what will I pay for that premium membership lol As you can tell from the date, I've written this long ago.
I've been contemplating whether or not to join poetrysoup for a while now.
I should've joined earlier. Now I have hundreds to share. Well enjoy my

Stroke of Liking

I was set in my ways
Downed café au-laits
In a den of privacy.

Though pain from a jilt
Still throbbed to the hilt
A regrettable history.

With no delusions
Of future effusions
I cherished my liberty.

And tried to avoid
With every fibroid
That lost road to misery.

Yet a sneaky charmer
Found cracks in my armor
Ensnaring me unwary.

It was only a glance
A pure happen-stance
No intentionality.

But a

Liking You

As I got to know you, I grew to like you more than expected, I guess it was the way you 
were to me, I felt protected. I was comfortable in your arms, the way you caressed me, I 
knew of no harm. The way you gave a listening ear and the way you knew

Precisely To My Liking

My favorite time of the day
Is when the moon hugs the sun
Waiting on the Ice -cream truck to come
Coins "jing-"a"-lingin""'
In my blue jeans
Fitted loosely
When it's not so hot
All you gotta do is run when you need a cool breeze

So happy with soul magic
The little girls are dancing in the street 'cause there is no traffic
Little

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